Run through the process in your head
The sacrifice that you accept
Tribesman gather in the rain
To end a selfish life today
Stretch the space in front of you
For all the ones who have been here too
Piled dirt buries you in
A death that is fit for a king
The crowd is bent upon their knees
Shielded from the rushing breeze
In the depths of burning pain
What is all that does remain
A fleeting gasp; a memory
That is all that you will be